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Nuptials and Distracting Thoughts
Nuptials and Distracting Thoughts
It was amazing what could happen if you wanted it bad enough. Indeed, it had been an odd day for Harry Potter. He had spent the morning in a War council with the other members of the Order of the Phoenix and his fiancée, going over the possible scenarios of how and when Willow and himself were going to take down Voldemort, and now, he was standing in front of Dumbledore, Willow at his side, getting married. And he certainly wanted that more than he could describe. Hell, this was probably the only thing he wanted in this very complicated and troubled day of planning he had just participated in. It had been horrible to listen to what his beloved would have to go through to incapacitate Voldemort, even more so because he would be there too, as he, according to the prophecy was the only one to get rid of the thing-Harry refused to call him a man-that had killed his parents, Sirius, countless others, and now threatened the woman that Harry had quickly found had come to encompass his entire world. It wasn't right that Willow had been drawn into his battle because of Voldemort's interest in powers she wanted no part in using. Harry didn't intend on letting her die, let alone fight tomorrow.
Harry was broken from his thoughts though by Dumbledore's soothing voice starting the ceremony.
"Are we ready then?" he asked the four individuals that had gathered in his office today.
True to their words, Minerva and Severus were joining Harry and Willow as witnesses to their marriage today. At the nods he received from the group, he continued. "Know now before you go further, that since your lives have crossed in this life you have formed ties between each other. As you seek to enter this state of matrimony you should strive to make real the ideals that give meaning to both this ceremony and the institution of marriage. With full awareness, know that within this circle you are not only declaring your intent to be married before your friends and family, but you speak that intent also to your creative higher powers. The promises made today and the ties that are bound here greatly strengthen your union; they will cross the years and lives of each soul\'s growth. Do you still seek to enter this ceremony?"
"Yes we seek to enter." Willow and Harry murmured simultaneously, smiling gently at each other as they stood in front of the Headmaster. Albus smiled warmly before going on.
"Who speaks for this man?" he asked.
"I do." Minerva spoke irmlirmly. Indeed, in this particular binding ceremony, an unbreakable form of marriage that in the wizarding world would bind and share the married couples powers to each other's, a secondary speaker was required to give away not only the bride, but also the groom. Minerva had only been too pleased when Harry asked her to be his speaker.
"And who speaks for this woman?" Albus turned to Willow now.
"I do," Severus said softly.
Albus nodded in acknowledgement before going on. "In times past it was believed that the human soul shared characteristics with all things divine. It is this belief that assigned virtues to this tradition that a blessing is offered in support of this ceremony. Blessed be this union with the gifts of the East- communication of the heart, mind, and body, fresh beginnings with the rising of each Sun. The knowledge of the growth found in the sharing of silences. Blessed be this union with the gifts of the South- warmth of hearth and home, the heat of the heart\'s passion, the light created by both to lighten the darkest of times. Blessed be this union with the gifts of the West- the deep commitments of the lake, the swift excitement of the river, the refreshing cleansing of the rain, the all-encompassing passion of the sea. Blessed be this union with the gifts of the North- firm foundation on which to build, fertility of the fields to enrich your lives, a stable home to which you may always return. Each of these blessings from the four cardinal directions emphasizes those things that will help you build a happy and successful union. Yet they are only tools. Tools that you must use together in order to create what you seek in this union. I bid you look into each other's eyes."
Albus looked warmly on the couple in front of him as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. With a smile he turned to Harry first. "Harry, will you cause her pain?
"I may," Harry replied, knowing that he would reluctantly be doing so within the next 24 hours. Guilt rose up from within him but he quickly squashed it back down. He refused to feel guilty for wanting to protect Willow, even if what he was going to do might cost him his life. As far as he was concerned, she was worth it.
"Is that your intent?"
"No," and it wasn't. It was just something he had to do. Indeed, he wouldn't let her be killed like his parents, like Sirius, or sent into hiding like Remus.
Albus turned to Willow now. "Willow, will you cause him pain?"
"I may," Willow replied, knowing that with the coming battle, her actions might bruise her husband, especially if she succumbed to the darkness, as she feared she might. If that were to happen, she would have to be killed, and she didn't want to think of what that would do to her beloved.
"Is that your intent?"
"No," and it wasn't. But sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.
"Will you share each other\'s pain and seek to ease it?" Dumore ore asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes," the couple replied once again together, meaning it but both knowing that in the next few days, one of them might not be there to share the burden.
"And so the binding is made," the Headmaster spoke again. "Please join your hands," he held a hand out to receive the golden rope that Severus handed him, representing Willow's spirit, lying in on top Willow and Harry's clasped hands. "Willow, will you share his laughter?"
"Yes," she replied simply, giving Harry's hand a squeeze, thinking of the happy days to come, if the plan to defeat Voldemort succeeded.
"Harry, will you share her laughter?"
"Yes," he smiled happily at Willow through shining eyes, thinking of the children they had talked about having and the happiness it would bring to them.
"Will both of you look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?"
"Yes," they replied together.
"And so the binding is made," Dumbledore continued, holding out his other hand to receive the silver rope, representing Harry's spirit, that Minerva was holding out to him, taking it to lay it along side the golden rope, already on top of Willow and Harry's hands. "Willow, will you burden him?"
"I may," she said, thinking of the sacrifice she would be making.
"Is that you intent?"
"No."
"Harry, will you burden her?"
"I may." Oh yes, he would. She might never forgive him.
"Is that your intent?"
"No."
"Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?"
"Yes," they replied together once more, meaning it.
"And so the binding is made." Albus reached into his robes for a blue rope, representing the air, laying it on top of their hands.
"Willow, will you share his dreams?"
"Yes."
"Harry, will you share her dreams?"
"Yes."
"Will you dream together to create new realities and hopes?"
"Yes," they said, thinking bravely toward a bright future, one that they hadn't let themselves begin to hope for in the last week.
"And so the binding is made." From within the folds of his robes, Dumbledore brought out another rope, red this time and representing fire, and lay this too on their clasped hands.
"Harry, will you cause her anger?"
"I may," he said softly, almost snorting with laughter. If he succeeded in his plan, he didn't want to be around to deal wher her rage. If he didn't"¦.well, she would probably find him in heaven and tear several chunks out of him anyway.
"Is that your intent?"
"No."
"Willow, will you cause him anger?"
"I may."
"Is that your intent?"
"No."
"Will you take the heat of anger and use it to temper the strength of this union?"
"We will."
"And so the binding is made." Willow handed him a green cord, representing the earth.
"Willow, will you honour him?"
"I will."
"Harry, will you honour her?"
"I will."
"Will you seek to never give cause to break that honour?"
"We shall never do so."
"And so the binding is made." Harry handed him a black cord, representing the combined colours of all the other cords, and therefore the union he and Willow had just formed. Dumbledore gathered the ends of the ropes together and tied them. "The knots of this binding are not formed by these cords but instead by your vows. Either of you may drop the cords, for as always, you hold in your own hands the making or breaking of this union. The corner of Dumbledore's mouth quirked. "You may now kiss the bride."
The ceremony now completed, Harry's mouth swooped down on his newly wedded wife, drawing her into a searing kiss.
"Ah-hm," Albus interrupted, as the kiss started to get a little TOO heated.
"Hmmm?" Willow broke away from her newly wedded husband in a daze to ansAlbuAlbus' unspoken question. The kiss had been different from what they had shared previously. Filled with love, passion, and what Willow feared was the beginning of a good-bye. But she wasn't going to think of this now. She couldn't believe it. She and Harry were married. But she had a feeling that these feelings of bliss and happiness that was currently pervading her body couldn't last. Not with the battle ahead of them. Right now, she couldn't care less though. She would much rather be heading back to her quarters, having a leisurely dinner with her newly wedded husband, and then falling into her four-poster bed for the next 12 hours with him. This last thought- probably the most evident on both their faces by the looks of amusement her colleagues were shooting their way- was drowned out by Dumbledore's quiet chuckle.
"I see it's no good to talk to you two tonight. Enjoy your honeymoon, short as it is. You'll stop by tomorrow before you leave to go over the plan one more time?"
Willow nodded solemnly. "Yes. We will." It was true that she would be dropping by. The plan needed to be gone over once more if they wanted to be sure that Voldemort would be staying dead this time. The room, so recently filled with love and warmth, seemed cold now as she thought of the battle ahead.
Harry, noticing his wife's distress, gave the hand he hadn't released since they started the ceremony a squeeze. Willow, looked up at him and smiled sadly.
Willow sighed, and looked around the room. "Well, it's getting late and I've still got to go over a few things for tomorrow. We'll see you in the morning."
"Of course you do dear," Minerva soothed her obviously agitated colleague, before ushering both Harry and Willow to the door. She stopped them in the doorway. "Try not to think about tomorrow, either of you." She shot a glare at Willow. "There will be no studying tonight Willow." She turned to Harry now, "Make sure she does so will you Harry? She's ever so troublesome when she thinks she knows better."
Harry smirked at McGonagall, leaning in closer as if to tell her a secret. "I know. And trust me, there are ways to"¦.distract her. I'll do my best." And with that, he ushered a blushing Willow down the corridor towards her chambers, his mind already coming up with ways to distract his wife away from the battle that they would face in the coming hours.
It was amazing what could happen if you wanted it bad enough. Indeed, it had been an odd day for Harry Potter. He had spent the morning in a War council with the other members of the Order of the Phoenix and his fiancée, going over the possible scenarios of how and when Willow and himself were going to take down Voldemort, and now, he was standing in front of Dumbledore, Willow at his side, getting married. And he certainly wanted that more than he could describe. Hell, this was probably the only thing he wanted in this very complicated and troubled day of planning he had just participated in. It had been horrible to listen to what his beloved would have to go through to incapacitate Voldemort, even more so because he would be there too, as he, according to the prophecy was the only one to get rid of the thing-Harry refused to call him a man-that had killed his parents, Sirius, countless others, and now threatened the woman that Harry had quickly found had come to encompass his entire world. It wasn't right that Willow had been drawn into his battle because of Voldemort's interest in powers she wanted no part in using. Harry didn't intend on letting her die, let alone fight tomorrow.
Harry was broken from his thoughts though by Dumbledore's soothing voice starting the ceremony.
"Are we ready then?" he asked the four individuals that had gathered in his office today.
True to their words, Minerva and Severus were joining Harry and Willow as witnesses to their marriage today. At the nods he received from the group, he continued. "Know now before you go further, that since your lives have crossed in this life you have formed ties between each other. As you seek to enter this state of matrimony you should strive to make real the ideals that give meaning to both this ceremony and the institution of marriage. With full awareness, know that within this circle you are not only declaring your intent to be married before your friends and family, but you speak that intent also to your creative higher powers. The promises made today and the ties that are bound here greatly strengthen your union; they will cross the years and lives of each soul\'s growth. Do you still seek to enter this ceremony?"
"Yes we seek to enter." Willow and Harry murmured simultaneously, smiling gently at each other as they stood in front of the Headmaster. Albus smiled warmly before going on.
"Who speaks for this man?" he asked.
"I do." Minerva spoke irmlirmly. Indeed, in this particular binding ceremony, an unbreakable form of marriage that in the wizarding world would bind and share the married couples powers to each other's, a secondary speaker was required to give away not only the bride, but also the groom. Minerva had only been too pleased when Harry asked her to be his speaker.
"And who speaks for this woman?" Albus turned to Willow now.
"I do," Severus said softly.
Albus nodded in acknowledgement before going on. "In times past it was believed that the human soul shared characteristics with all things divine. It is this belief that assigned virtues to this tradition that a blessing is offered in support of this ceremony. Blessed be this union with the gifts of the East- communication of the heart, mind, and body, fresh beginnings with the rising of each Sun. The knowledge of the growth found in the sharing of silences. Blessed be this union with the gifts of the South- warmth of hearth and home, the heat of the heart\'s passion, the light created by both to lighten the darkest of times. Blessed be this union with the gifts of the West- the deep commitments of the lake, the swift excitement of the river, the refreshing cleansing of the rain, the all-encompassing passion of the sea. Blessed be this union with the gifts of the North- firm foundation on which to build, fertility of the fields to enrich your lives, a stable home to which you may always return. Each of these blessings from the four cardinal directions emphasizes those things that will help you build a happy and successful union. Yet they are only tools. Tools that you must use together in order to create what you seek in this union. I bid you look into each other's eyes."
Albus looked warmly on the couple in front of him as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. With a smile he turned to Harry first. "Harry, will you cause her pain?
"I may," Harry replied, knowing that he would reluctantly be doing so within the next 24 hours. Guilt rose up from within him but he quickly squashed it back down. He refused to feel guilty for wanting to protect Willow, even if what he was going to do might cost him his life. As far as he was concerned, she was worth it.
"Is that your intent?"
"No," and it wasn't. It was just something he had to do. Indeed, he wouldn't let her be killed like his parents, like Sirius, or sent into hiding like Remus.
Albus turned to Willow now. "Willow, will you cause him pain?"
"I may," Willow replied, knowing that with the coming battle, her actions might bruise her husband, especially if she succumbed to the darkness, as she feared she might. If that were to happen, she would have to be killed, and she didn't want to think of what that would do to her beloved.
"Is that your intent?"
"No," and it wasn't. But sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.
"Will you share each other\'s pain and seek to ease it?" Dumore ore asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes," the couple replied once again together, meaning it but both knowing that in the next few days, one of them might not be there to share the burden.
"And so the binding is made," the Headmaster spoke again. "Please join your hands," he held a hand out to receive the golden rope that Severus handed him, representing Willow's spirit, lying in on top Willow and Harry's clasped hands. "Willow, will you share his laughter?"
"Yes," she replied simply, giving Harry's hand a squeeze, thinking of the happy days to come, if the plan to defeat Voldemort succeeded.
"Harry, will you share her laughter?"
"Yes," he smiled happily at Willow through shining eyes, thinking of the children they had talked about having and the happiness it would bring to them.
"Will both of you look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?"
"Yes," they replied together.
"And so the binding is made," Dumbledore continued, holding out his other hand to receive the silver rope, representing Harry's spirit, that Minerva was holding out to him, taking it to lay it along side the golden rope, already on top of Willow and Harry's hands. "Willow, will you burden him?"
"I may," she said, thinking of the sacrifice she would be making.
"Is that you intent?"
"No."
"Harry, will you burden her?"
"I may." Oh yes, he would. She might never forgive him.
"Is that your intent?"
"No."
"Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?"
"Yes," they replied together once more, meaning it.
"And so the binding is made." Albus reached into his robes for a blue rope, representing the air, laying it on top of their hands.
"Willow, will you share his dreams?"
"Yes."
"Harry, will you share her dreams?"
"Yes."
"Will you dream together to create new realities and hopes?"
"Yes," they said, thinking bravely toward a bright future, one that they hadn't let themselves begin to hope for in the last week.
"And so the binding is made." From within the folds of his robes, Dumbledore brought out another rope, red this time and representing fire, and lay this too on their clasped hands.
"Harry, will you cause her anger?"
"I may," he said softly, almost snorting with laughter. If he succeeded in his plan, he didn't want to be around to deal wher her rage. If he didn't"¦.well, she would probably find him in heaven and tear several chunks out of him anyway.
"Is that your intent?"
"No."
"Willow, will you cause him anger?"
"I may."
"Is that your intent?"
"No."
"Will you take the heat of anger and use it to temper the strength of this union?"
"We will."
"And so the binding is made." Willow handed him a green cord, representing the earth.
"Willow, will you honour him?"
"I will."
"Harry, will you honour her?"
"I will."
"Will you seek to never give cause to break that honour?"
"We shall never do so."
"And so the binding is made." Harry handed him a black cord, representing the combined colours of all the other cords, and therefore the union he and Willow had just formed. Dumbledore gathered the ends of the ropes together and tied them. "The knots of this binding are not formed by these cords but instead by your vows. Either of you may drop the cords, for as always, you hold in your own hands the making or breaking of this union. The corner of Dumbledore's mouth quirked. "You may now kiss the bride."
The ceremony now completed, Harry's mouth swooped down on his newly wedded wife, drawing her into a searing kiss.
"Ah-hm," Albus interrupted, as the kiss started to get a little TOO heated.
"Hmmm?" Willow broke away from her newly wedded husband in a daze to ansAlbuAlbus' unspoken question. The kiss had been different from what they had shared previously. Filled with love, passion, and what Willow feared was the beginning of a good-bye. But she wasn't going to think of this now. She couldn't believe it. She and Harry were married. But she had a feeling that these feelings of bliss and happiness that was currently pervading her body couldn't last. Not with the battle ahead of them. Right now, she couldn't care less though. She would much rather be heading back to her quarters, having a leisurely dinner with her newly wedded husband, and then falling into her four-poster bed for the next 12 hours with him. This last thought- probably the most evident on both their faces by the looks of amusement her colleagues were shooting their way- was drowned out by Dumbledore's quiet chuckle.
"I see it's no good to talk to you two tonight. Enjoy your honeymoon, short as it is. You'll stop by tomorrow before you leave to go over the plan one more time?"
Willow nodded solemnly. "Yes. We will." It was true that she would be dropping by. The plan needed to be gone over once more if they wanted to be sure that Voldemort would be staying dead this time. The room, so recently filled with love and warmth, seemed cold now as she thought of the battle ahead.
Harry, noticing his wife's distress, gave the hand he hadn't released since they started the ceremony a squeeze. Willow, looked up at him and smiled sadly.
Willow sighed, and looked around the room. "Well, it's getting late and I've still got to go over a few things for tomorrow. We'll see you in the morning."
"Of course you do dear," Minerva soothed her obviously agitated colleague, before ushering both Harry and Willow to the door. She stopped them in the doorway. "Try not to think about tomorrow, either of you." She shot a glare at Willow. "There will be no studying tonight Willow." She turned to Harry now, "Make sure she does so will you Harry? She's ever so troublesome when she thinks she knows better."
Harry smirked at McGonagall, leaning in closer as if to tell her a secret. "I know. And trust me, there are ways to"¦.distract her. I'll do my best." And with that, he ushered a blushing Willow down the corridor towards her chambers, his mind already coming up with ways to distract his wife away from the battle that they would face in the coming hours.